I was lookin' at us
in a photograph i'd stuck in a book
at the same time it hurt
for a moment it felt so good
you were standing close
your head was cradled to my chest
and at that moment we were at our best
at our best
we were on our way home
from a show in Monterey
drivin' south
down a breathtaking PCH
you were standin' on a rock
so tall and picturesque
and at that moment you were at your best
at your best
you were standing close
your head was cradled to my chest
and at that moment we were at our best
at our best
I was thinkin' 'bout paper
and color and images
I was thinkin' this is my substitute for you in the flesh
I was thinkin' baby
as long as these photographs exist
are in my possession
we'll go on and on
on and on
on and on
on and on